Wapun Meadow imfou

mireille was his aunt. chacal was his mother. his eyes became wet to speak of his grandmothers, and heda found herself wanting to press closer in an embrace, one of shared pain.
and yet the scent rising between them, still subtle enough not to announce her to the world entire — this kept her away. aside.
etienne went on to explain that he could treat her and that anselm would need to be part of this meeting, which tightened heda's jaw a little. but she nodded, both to the offer of help and the statement about anselm.
"when we met in the mountains, he accused me of trying to take the elk. i don't remember how it came about but after that i was speaking of marriage and husbands — ah. he has nasty ideas about women, do you know? but i left after that." 
the ground held her attention. 
"when we met again, he was rude. he told me to go back to my husband, then demanded to know where he was. i told him caracal was dead and he — well. he just pressed harder. he was too close. we came to blows and he finished the fight very handily."